Postmodernity is the simultaneity of the destruction of earlier values and their reconstruction. It is renovation within ruination.

If you assume any rate of improvement at all then the games will become indistinguishable from reality. It would seem to follow that the odds that we are in base reality would be one in billions.

Television knows no night. It is perpetual day. TV embodies our fear of the dark, of night, of the other side of things.

The secret of theory is that truth does not exist.

At male strip shows, it is still the women that we watch, the audience of women and their eager faces. They are more obscene than if they were dancing naked themselves.

Cowardice and courage are never without a measure of affectation. Nor is love. Feelings are never true. They play with their mirrors.

The need to speak, even if one has nothing to say, becomes more pressing when one has nothing to say, just as the will to live becomes more urgent when life has lost its meaning.